[Chapter 127 Chapter 127 Becoming a Popular Person after Divorce (4)]
Yan Qing's face has eyebrows like crescent moon, affectionate eyes, rosy cheeks and bright lips.
When her face is expressionless, she appears dignified and elegant, and when her brows are slightly furrowed, she exudes a charming charm.
The man helped her sit on the couch and then politely stepped aside.
When Yan Qing lifted her foot, his gaze unconsciously moved from her delicate face to her fair little foot.
The delicate pink feet were embedded with shiny nails, and the area in front of the toes was abnormally red because of kicking the coffee table just now.
Han Sheng's long eyelashes trembled slightly, casting a shadow to cover up a trace of embarrassment, and secretly said: "Don't look at it if it's not appropriate."
He turned away, leaving her with a blushing ear.
Yan Qing, whose legs were so tired from lifting them, froze in his tracks, and the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.
This man is really an old-fashioned conservative.
Really unromantic.
She pulled her legs back together and sat sideways, rubbing the bumped part gently with her fingers, and with a "hiss" tears gathered in the corners of her eyes.
"Husband, it seems swollen."
The soft and tender voice with a crying tone made Han Sheng look sideways.
She gritted her teeth and endured the pain, her pretty and graceful face looking delicate yet trying to be strong.
His fingers rested on the leather belt inlaid with saddle jade around his waist, and he coughed softly: "I'll ask the maid to ask the doctor to come for the lady."
Yan Qing knelt on the soft couch, holding onto his robe with both hands, her face full of girlish shyness: "My husband, just rub it for me."
She looked up at him with a mixture of anger and joy, then lowered her head with red cheeks when their eyes met.
"Men and women should not touch each other." He stood there, stammering.
He didn't even dare to look at his feet. Yan Qing felt that even Liu Xiahui was not as difficult to deal with as him.
She remained calm even when the man sat on her hips, at least she let him sit on her hips.
But his serious and abstinent posture makes people want to take off his clothes and watch him lose control of his lust.
Yan Qingting wanted to see whether the man lying on the bed was really an old-fashioned person or a beast in human form who took off his clothes without paying attention to gentlemanly etiquette.
She felt that she must have been led astray by that perverted boy Xiao Ba.
The hand that was holding Han Sheng's crimson purple sleeves did not loosen, and the slender white fingers trembled slightly as he spoke.
There was a trace of astonishment on her beautiful and tender face, and the tears in her eyes sparkled with grievance: "How can I not be intimate with my husband?"
"Sorry, I—" Han Sheng choked, his Adam's apple rolled, and his mouth felt inexplicably dry.
Although he was well-versed in the books of sages, he had not yet learned how to coax a little girl.
He frowned and pursed his thin lips, thinking about how to solve the problem in front of him.
The expression on his face unconsciously became more serious, and his already cold face revealed a sense of alienation.
Before he could organize his words, Yan Qingxian loosened his sleeves in fear, and nervously twisted his fingers with both hands: "I don't mean anything else, don't be angry."
Han Sheng didn't expect her to react like this. He saw the little girl shivering like a fallen leaf on a branch and no longer dared to look up at him.
He rubbed his thumb and index finger hidden in his sleeve, and his frowned brows became even tighter.
Is he that scary?
Thinking that the two of them were tied together by accident and that the little girl had to marry him, who was ten years older than her, he felt a little more pity for her.
"Sit tight." Squatting in front of the couch, he held Yan Qing's feet, and kneaded her slightly swollen toes with his fingertips.
He closed his eyes, but because he couldn't see, the touch on his palm was magnified.
The soft skin is like a piece of warm jade paste, and just a little force can leave a mark on it.
Realizing that he was distracted inappropriately, he closed his eyes tighter and silently recited the new policy paper he had read.
From Yan Qing's perspective, he could see his full forehead and straight nose bone.
His double eyelids are very deep, and even when he closes his eyes, the creases on his eyelids are still clear.
Even though he was squatting, the man's back was still straight. The movements of rubbing her toes were stiff and mechanical, and he looked like an old monk in meditation with his eyes closed.
Yan Qing started to tease her, and when his fingertips fell on her feet again, she exclaimed, raised her feet, and her jade feet brushed across his chin.
The man opened his eyes as if they were filled with cold stars, and immediately looked at her apologetically: "Did I hurt you?"
He thought that he had hurt Yan Qing because of his lack of strength, and he didn't care about the kick on his jaw.
It was not until he saw the cunning flash in the girl's eyes that he realized he was being teased.
He pretended to get up, Yan Qing put her feet back in his arms, and said in a soft and coquettish voice: "Rub them again, husband, rub them again, okay~"
After he patiently kneaded her for a while, she trembled and withdrew her feet, blushing and saying, "Thank you for your hard work, husband."
She called him "husband" all the time in an extremely sweet way.
"I hope you feel better, Madam." Han Sheng stood up straight, afraid that she would be frightened by his serious look again, and tried hard to soften his expression.
But this serious person suddenly pulled up the corners of his mouth, and the muscles on the sides of his face looked tense and stiff.
Yan Qing patted the seat next to him: "Husband, sit here."
"I can just stand." He wanted to curl his fingers to his lips and cough lightly to hide his embarrassment, but when he remembered that he had just rubbed her feet, his raised hand finally fell on his robe.
Just as he had smoothed out the wrinkles on her skirt when she first stood up, he also straightened out the slight creases on her official robe.
Seeing how unfamiliar he was, Yan Qing blinked her eyes and said, "If we can't even sit on the same bed together, how can we be considered husband and wife?"
"My husband asked to marry me. Is it really as others say, just to take responsibility?" She covered her face and tilted her head, glancing at the man's handsome face out of the corner of her eye.
Han Sheng pursed his lips and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't consider your feelings."
There was no extra expression on his face, as if the rescue was just an accident.
When he sat on the couch, Yan Qing deliberately leaned closer to him.
The man's crimson purple robe overlapped with her sky blue gauze skirt.
"I heard that the people in Pingnan are suffering from the severe drought. Has the court worked out a solution?" She showed a look full of curiosity, with worry on her little face.
In the dream, Han Sheng was sent to Pingnan to provide disaster relief, but he died in a riot among the victims and his body was never found.
She carefully observed the man's expression, and calmly hid her temptation in her eyes.
Han Sheng wanted to teach her not to discuss important court affairs in private, but when he met her concerned and anxious eyes, he couldn't help but take back what he was about to say.
He shook his head, his brows filled with worry: "This natural disaster is coming with great force. I would like to ask Your Majesty to allow me to go and provide disaster relief."
There are too many hesitant people in the court. If things drag on, I'm afraid the people of Pingnan will suffer even more.
The people are the foundation of the country, and officials should put the people first.
It is not Han Sheng's style to shirk responsibility when faced with problems.
Yan Qing's eyes flickered, and his behavior did not seem like someone who had awakened after experiencing the plot.
It seems that the accident can only be caused by Luo Mingyan.
She had to find a reason to go to the palace.
Putting aside her thoughts, she rushed to Han Sheng beside her and hugged his arm affectionately: "I am willing to go with my husband."
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